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onirique-amaranth · 1 year

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⎮Feeling you through these walls⎮

⏤ Characters: Diavolo⎮Barbatos⎮reader (separated)

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17)

⏤ Warnings: bottom/sub characters, top/dom male amab reader, use of fleshlight, dub-con in Diavolo's part

⏤ Summary: After being 'offered' a fleshlight, you did not expect to enjoy that overly pleasurable and realistic toy to this extent.

⏤ 2.600 words

Part 2: Diavolo & Barbatos

✧ From what most people saw, Diavolo is a serious and busy man, rarely being seen outside the Demon Lord's Castle. As someone being close to him, you knew he never had the time to take care of himself or have some time alone.

✧ Sometimes, you would pretend an important matter just to have a meeting with him, and relax together. At first, you were just sitting in silence and not doing anything, but after a while, you both got more comfortable. Diavolo would doze off on your lap, letting you touch his hair or wings, it became one of his only moments of rest.

✧ You were someone he trusts, but also someone he grew interested in. Diavolo would excitedly wait for any new meeting with you, becoming annoyed or tensed when it started to take too many days. And now, it has been two weeks since you last contacted him, and the Future King was growing fidgety.

✧ On your side, you were not avoiding him because you wanted to, but you were getting too attached to Diavolo and did not want to cross the line. Unholy thoughts and urges were taking over your rational mind, and being near him would only make you go insane.

✧ Out of desperation, you went to buy something in a sex shop to get over this problem. Except that you may have forgotten to read everything written on the box, and earned yourself a good surprise.

✧ As you used the fleshlight innocently, oblivious to the effect it could have on someone else, you don't question the strange feeling overpowering your mind. The pleasure crushes anything else inside you, any rational thoughts reduced to ashes as your delusions became your only reason to still be conscious.

✧ Your pace was powerful and unforgiving, almost violent, trying to extract every last drop of your sin. Everything was blurry around you, colours mixing in a chaotic mess, light burning your eyes as you closed them and got lost. Such pleasure was out of this world.

✧ And on his side, Diavolo was certainly not expecting the surge of pleasure, piercing through his body. The sudden feeling of something entering him from behind was absolutely insane… Who in their right mind would do this to the Future King of the Devildom?

✧ For an instant, he thought he may have imagined it as he checked if he did not sit on something strange. But unfortunately, it was not the case, as someone was really fucking him right now, while he was in the middle of working.

✧ It felt nice, he could not deny it, but he didn't want to feel that way. For a long while, he has been aware of his attraction towards you, so someone else touching him was not as interesting or entertaining. Closing his eyes, he imagined you and no one else, uncaring if the person on the other side was into him.

✧ Barely able to focus on what he was doing, Diavolo suddenly felt a wave of heat coming from the magical object that the other person was using. Diavolo was able to guess what it was about since he overheard a few lower demons talk about this toy once, praising its effectiveness.

✧ One particularity of this magical object was that it was not a one-sided link, even if the attraction was one-sided, the other could still feel it. Another amusing thing was that if the other person was always attracted to them, the pleasure could be multiplied by two.

✧ At the same moment, he understood what it meant when the pleasure spiked up, the link was created and the pleasure followed accordingly.

✧ Diavolo was attracted to only one, which could only mean one thing… It was you.

✧ After the truth hit him, he started to enjoy himself even more. While keeping his composure, he sat down more relaxedly, spreading his legs and bashing in the attention. He knew Barbatos would come to check on him soon, so he kept the noises in, remaining serious and fake focused.

✧ After his loyal butler left, his mind stopped functioning, as he whined under his breath, pushing his fingers into his mouth to muffle them. His legs shook violently as he felt his core tighten, his stomach burning, his hole clenching around nothing while inhaling sharply.

✧ Diavolo came embarrassingly fast, biting onto his hand to silence himself, definitely not wanting Barbatos to hear him. His eyes rolled back, a single tear rolling down his cheek as he painted the inside of his pants white.

✧ Calming down, he only thought about one thing… you. Diavolo needed to see you, soon.

✧ The next day, he was on his way to the House of Lamentation, desperate to have a word with you. Yet, it was not noticeable on his face, he couldn't let himself show how much he was missing you. Lucifer opened the door for him, and he tried to cut the polite small talk short, not wishing to waste more time.

✧ As he went to the first floor, he caught you discussing with Asmodeus, which seemed entertained and could not stop giggling. Diavolo listened amused as you externalized your amazement for the recent toy you bought in a dubious sex shop.

✧ Both of you froze when you heard someone clearing their throat, turning to see a serious Diavolo. Asmodeus flew away as fast as he could, sensing the tension between you two. And even though he was curious, he wasn't ready to die yet or piss off Diavolo, which seemed rather possessive around you.

✧ Embarrassed by his strong gaze, you tried to leave quickly, apologizing for being in his way but Diavolo stopped you. Ordering you to stay here as he had to talk with you, urgently.

✧ You thought you were in huge trouble until he murmured in your ear that you should check what you buy exactly, and the details about it. In a low and deep voice, he told you that the item you bought was enchanted, and was created to perceive the user's feelings, creating a link between the person they fantasize about and the object.

✧ The message was explicit, and you got it immediately, not knowing if you were going to be scolded or if he was just telling you. Your question was answered just after, as he smirked at you and told you that he had nothing urgent to do for the next few hours. Seeing your doubt, he said he dismissed Barabtos for the afternoon and the poor butler needed a break anyway.

✧ Without wasting a second, his arm was wrapped around your waist, and he led you away. When Lucifer asked what was happening, he mentioned that he had unfinished business with you and had to bring you back to the Demon Lord's Castle for the rest of the day, explaining that you will stay there the same night.

✧ To say you were exhausted and almost did not sleep was an understatement, your body was aching, and your energy has been drained out of you. Diavolo acted as if nothing happened, but his legs were shaking as he walked, he almost gasped when he saw down on a chair, and his back was screaming for help.

✧ You ended up spending the next few nights there, ignoring the brothers' complaints.

✧ You and Barbatos were not in a relationship, but you were close enough to share some intimate touches and thoughts. As a well-known sorcerer in the Devildom, it was not rare for you to visit Diavolo, and you ended up getting closer to Barbatos at the same time.

✧ After a good evening spent with Diavolo, drinking and partying, you had no idea how it happened, but you woke up next to Barbatos. Since then, your relationship has been more intimate, but both of you never bothered to find a label.

✧ One thing was sure, Barbatos' duties towards Diavolo would always come first despite your closeness. But it may happen sometimes that he would push his duties to the side to have some fun, at least if it did not impact his work or responsibilities.

✧ Barbatos tend to not take care of his needs, but after that night with you, he couldn't help but be more needy and frustrated than usual. That led to him trying to finish his work faster to see you, but it was almost impossible, so he found another option.

✧ On a calm afternoon, sitting in the garden of the Demon Lord's Castle and enjoying the perfect tea that Barbatos would prepare, the butler surprised you before you left. He did not say much, only gave you a bag and asked you to use the item inside the same evening after 9pm.

✧ You didn't expect to find a champagne-pink fleshlight, covered in magical seals and marks you could not recognize. On a small piece of paper, was written who could use this item and who could feel it, with a seal covering the back. Barbatos' name was already scribbled onto it, so you added yours, and the paper burned, reduced to ashes within seconds.

✧ A small noise was heard, and you watched with wide eyes as the inside of the fleshlight changed, the whole colour of the item changing to a light tone. You had no idea how advanced was this thing, but you were extremely curious to learn how reactive and useful it was.

✧ Glancing at the clock, it was already 9:30, so you guessed that you could test it now. You wondered if it was really working, but you'll get your answer the next day since you needed to review some details about the Royal Academy of Diavolo.

✧ Without wasting a second, you grabbed a lube and almost delicately squirted it inside the toy, humming in amusement as the inside closed, swallowing the fluid. Knowing the demons of the Devildom, and especially demons of lust, you knew preparation with this kind of item was not needed, as you put it to great use immediately.

✧ Meanwhile, Barbatos was serving dinner for Diavolo when he felt it, the fluid sliding inside his hole, cold and thick. A shiver went up his spine, but he had to hide it from Diavolo, he could not let him see his reactions to such an act.

✧ He knew he gave you a certain time, but he didn't expect you to be so enthusiastic, and jump to it immediately. Within the future that he saw, it was the less probable one, and yet, here he would be fucked soon and just in front of the man he was serving.

✧ His grip tightened on the plates, making sure to not drop any as he felt something thick inside of him, slowly loosening him and pushing past the resistance. A moan almost sneaked through his lips when he felt your tip graze that spot, rubbing against it teasingly.

✧ For a second, he prayed that Diavolo would let him go fairly rapidly, so he could take care of that aching need growing inside his pants. How many times did you make him do impossible things for a demon… it was starting to get annoying. You made him pray, also hope Diavolo would give him a break, space out while working, just like he was doing just now.

✧ Feeling Diavolo's gaze on him, he acted as if nothing happened, hoping the way his cheeks were heating up was not too visible. Barbatos didn't miss the amused smirk Diavolo sent him before dismissing him, telling him that he could take his evening, while oh-so-close to laughing as he did.

✧ He left slowly, trying to not make him more humiliated than he already was, shuddering as he felt you move. As you went slowly, he was so thankful that you gave him time to adjust to the sensation, and possibly isolate himself before picking up the pace.

✧ In the middle of a corridor, only a few steps away from his room, he felt you slam back into him with so much force he had to lean against the wall. Panting, each step Barbatos took was more difficult than the other, he was suffocating in the intense pleasure and how quick his orgasm was coming.

✧ Now rushing to his room, he slammed the door and sat on the ground, forgetting every manner. He didn't even undress the slightest before starting to jerk off, throwing his head back with a loud bang. Swearing and cursing himself for not buying this item before, his grip tightened around his dick, moans turning into whines as he felt precum coat his fingers.

✧ His heart was beating wildly in his chest, so strongly he thought it wanted to jump out and escape. Minutes flew by, and he lost track of time, not knowing for how long he has been here or how many times he came. His hand was drenched, the front of his pants was ruined, his usual clean and serious demeanour was ravaged.

✧ Barbatos was a mess.

✧ Completely lost in the pleasure, he did not feel the power surging through his veins, hands glowing as a portal appeared in front of him.

✧ As your thrusts got messier, lube and precum getting fucked out of the fleshlight, your mind became blank. In the dark of your room, you suddenly saw a bright light, and you disappeared within it.

✧ That's how you found yourself on a bed, Barbatos' bed, naked and still using the toy he gave you. You froze on the spot, staring at a blushing and oh-so-close Barbatos, who certainly did not expect to have made you come here.

✧ There was a moment of silence, none of you moved, both from embarrassment while your lower stomach was still burning in desire. It took you by surprise, and you had no idea what you were supposed to do, so you take off the fleshlight. Barbatos whined loudly and glared at you, waves of frustration radiating out of him.

→ “Fucking stay inside.”

✧ The way Barbatos gasped when you slid back in was especially sinful, and how the fake walls tightened around you was vicious and outrageous. You stared at each other with wide eyes, and slowly, you drew back before plunging back in, watching as Barbatos' back arched with a loud moan.

✧ Before you could comprehend his movement, he was in front of you and holding your face, kissing you messily. He ordered you to move, holding the fleshlight for you while you thrusted up, driving Barbatos insane. While being fucked open, he had to focus on holding the item right, so you could hit the most perfect spot, sometimes changing the angle just to test how it would feel.

✧ You don't know how long it lasted, nor how many times both of you came, your brain stopped functioning after the second orgasm. The only thing that you remembered was the pleasure paralysing your members, the glint of lust and craziness in Barbatos' eyes as he kissed you.

✧ With a smirk, he murmured into your ear that he will join you in a few minutes. And before you could understand, a light blinded you, and you were back in your room in the Cocytus Hall.

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Round 5 - Catholic Character Tournament

Propaganda below ⬇️

Pope Pinion IV (Cars)

HELLO. IT IS I. THE GREAT AND ALMIGHTY ITALIAN TOURNEY. PLEASEPLEASE PUT HIM IN THERE WAS SO MUCH POPE DISCOURSE ON MY ACC AND HE WAS SOLOED IN THE FIRST ROUND BY LUIGI😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 PLEASE AVENGE HIMMMM

The existence of Catholicism in the Cars universe implies that there was (or at least there was believed to be) a car Jesus who died for the cars’ sins, and I for one would like to see how a car gets crucified or sins. I guess the blood/wine here would be gasoline, but what would the body/bread be? How did they sit at the last supper? What is the layout of car church? How does a car build a church? Do other human religions exist in the cars universe? How does a goddess with the body of a human and the head of a cat translate to a car? Do Buddhist cars rein-car-nate? Do cars have souls?

he lost the italian character tournament, he will win here

Harrowhark

I'm pretty sure you've already got plenty of submissions for her so I'll just say she was raised in what is basically a cult (technically a nunnery but let's be real) dedicated to keeping the body of the thing that will kill God behind the rock. One of their prayers is actually "I pray the rock is never rolled away". Harrow is extremely devout as penance for her earlier heretical actions in the tomb as a child (spoiler!) so the Catholic guilt really comes through

imagine being a catholic nun and you meet god, but it turns out he’s a twitch streamer from new zealand who became god because everything got a little bit out of hand. and just before you met him you gave yourself a diy grief-fuelled lobotomy with the help of your best frenemy. imagine how insane you’d be. now multiply that insanity by nine. that’s the fictional love of my life right there.

she meets god. she’s not inspired

she’s number one practitioner of space Catholicism. The locked tomb is chock full of Christian (catholic) imagery themes metaphors etc. just look at her she’s got a bone rosary

They're Catholicism with extra bones. Everyone is a nun. They have what is basically a rosary made from knuckle bones. They technically worship the same God as everyone else, but they're waaaay more focused on The Body in the Tomb (Mary) and we get a moment where we find out that while everyone else prays the equivilent of The Lords Prayer, they're doing the equivilent of Hail Mary. And they paint their faces with skulls.

She thinks leaving dry bread in a drawer is taking care of someone. She's in love with a 10,000 year old corpse (the same one they worship). She spent ALL NIGHT digging with her bare hands to make sure a field had bones every 5 feet so she could fight her girlfriend - I mean, greatest enemy. Spoiler territory: She's been puppeting her parents corpses since she was 8 years old. Instead of grieving her dead girlfriend, she gives herself a lobotomy. She makes soup with bone in it so she can use the bone IN THEIR STOMACH to try and kill them.

The author is/was Catholic and the entire series had heavy Catholic overtones. https://www.tor.com/2020/08/19/gideon-the-ninth-young-pope-and-the-new-pope-are-building-a-queer-catholic-speculative-fiction-canon/ A good breakdown of how it's Catholic

Anti-propaganda (spoilers)

I love the Locked Tomb series but Harrowhark has daddy issues with God, had a childhood crush on God's cryogenic partner, and is in love with God's daughter, not to mention that she's essentially a bone-bender. The religion on her home planet exists in a way that is technically against the will of the canon in-universe God, even. All of this to say, Harrowhark is heretical at minimum if not an outright witch. Terrible Catholic. Burn her.

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autumnshighlady · 1 year

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oh my god yes please

here you go my love ;)

How Eris, Azriel, Rowan, and Tamlin carve their names into your body

tw: 18+ (duh, minors piss off), knifeplay, bloodplay, dark themes, stalking, spanking, toxic relationship

note: this is 100% inspired by @gothicbabydollz fic linked here, it's amazing! thank you to @orangejump-suit for pointing me in the direction of it!

based on this ask

ERIS

You squirmed underneath the ropes, tugging at the red silk that held your wrists locked together. Two more strips bound your ankles to the bed frame keeping your legs spread open for the High Lord of the Autumn Court.

“Now, now, little fox,” Eris purred, nipping your hip with his sharp canines. “Quit whining. You know exactly why you’re here, don’t you?”

You nodded, biting your lip. After Eris ignored you for three days, you had decided to flirt with one of his brothers during a ball to get his attention. It had worked, the High Lord visibly seething from the other side of the room as you playfully touched his brother’s arm and laughed at something he had said.

At your silence, Eris reached up and landed a sharp crack across your cheek. You gasped, the imprint of his rings stinging your flushed skin.

“Answer me when I ask you a question, whore.” Eris hissed, using the same hand that had just met your cheek to grip your throat. “If you want to act like a slut then you shall get treated like one.”

You couldn’t help it – his words sent heat rushing to your core. It did not go unnoticed. “Pathetic.” Eris laughed, releasing your throat. “You like this, knowing I can do whatever I please to your body and you will be absolutely dripping. Since you want to act like a dumb slut, I believe it’s time you be reminded of who you belong to.”

You whimpered, expecting one of the usual punishments – perhaps a whipping with his favourite leather belt. But your eyes flickered to his slender hands reaching towards the dagger strapped to his hip, widening when he unsheathed the blade.

“My Lord?” You stuttered, heart racing, but not entirely with fear.

Eris pressed the cold blade flat against your stomach, smirking as you flinched. “Be very still for me, little fox.”

Huffing, you nodded. The High Lord smirked sadistically as he dragged the blade downwards, resting the tip on the pelvic area right above your pussy. Grabbing your hip with his free hand, he pressed the tip against your skin and carved. You gasped, eyes watering at the stinging sensation. It burned, and you whimpered and tried to keep your eyes open, just as Eris preferred.

E. Beads of blood began dripping from the wound.

R. The coldness of the blade contrasting with the warmth of Eris’ hand made your brain fuzzy.

I. The High Lord’s face was focused, green eyes almost black with lust as he artfully dug the blade into your skin.

S. The blood oozing from his handiwork dripped down your pussy, mixing with your juices, which had multiplied.

Tears streamed down your face as you sobbed, jaw aching from clenching it so hard. You flinched as you felt a slender finger swipe up your core, through the mix of your blood and arousal. Even in your state, your eyes widened as the High Lord brought the finger up to his mouth and sucked, licking it clean.

“Delicious.” He purred before wiping your tears away, smudging some excess blood across your cheek. “Almost as delightful as watching tears run down that pretty face of yours. Have you learned your lesson, my little slut?”

You nodded, core aching – it was almost shameful how aroused you were from your lover carving his name above your pussy. Eris was talented with a blade, knowing just how deep to carve enough to make it scar forever, a permanent reminder that you were his.

“Good girl,” Eris murmured, crawling back down between your legs and biting the inside of your thigh. “Next time you think of flirting with my brother, remember that he wouldn’t even come close to making you feel the way I can.”

AZRIEL

You shuddered as Azriel’s scarred hand wrapped around the hilt of truth-teller. His eyes were dark, shadows whirling around his large body as he strode towards you. You kept walking back until your spine hit the cold wall of your bedroom. This was not Azriel, the quiet yet kind soul who you had first met. No, this was the shadowsinger of the Night Court, stalking towards you like a lion cornering its prey.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You spat, clenching your legs together and cursing yourself for the heat in your core.

“Shut up.” He growled, twirling the blade once in his hands.

You and Azriel had a difficult relationship and had started off as friends. Once you started sleeping together, things got different. Azriel was possessive, snarling at any male who looked at you for more than a second. It drove you crazy, which led to lots of fighting and a, what many would consider unhealthy, on and off, love hate fuckfest. He would follow you home, then fuck you like an animal and leave. It was hot, but when he decided to be an ass last week and leave you unsatisfied as punishment for slapping him in the face you decided to get even. In one of your not so bright moments, you decided to bring home the Illyrian male whom you had spotted arguing with Azriel the other day. He must have smelled you on the male, and that’s how you ended up here.

“Get out.” You shouted, heart pounding. You were met with a scarred hand around your throat, gripping tightly.

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.” Azriel rasped in your ear. “Not until you’ve learned your lesson.”

Quicker than the speed of light, the blade in his hand sliced your nightgown open, exposing your bare breasts and cunt to him. The night air was freezing, sending goosebumps across your skin. He let go of your throat.

“What are you doing?” You asked, panting.

Azriel tilted his head, staring down at you with such intensity you were surprised it didn’t burn your face off. “Reminding you that you’re mine.” He said softly.

“Like hell I am,” You hissed in one last attempt to fend him off. “I can fuck whoever I want, you know. We aren’t together.”

His calm smirk sent chills through your bones. “No,” He purred, wedging your legs apart with his knee. “But you will always belong to me. No other male can touch you, or make you scream like I can. Seems like you need help remembering that.”

Before you could protest, the shadowsinger dropped to his knees. With one hand, he reached up and pinned your hips to the wall with brute strength. The other angled your leg to the side, elbow pressing it into the wall as he brought the blade up to the soft skin inside your thigh.

Panic arose in you, knowing where he was headed. “Don’t–”

Your voice was cut off with a strangled yell as Azriel pressed the sharp point of truth teller into your skin and dragged it, drawing blood. Your hand grasped his wrist, clenching so hard you thought it would shatter. Biting your lip, you muffled your whimpers of pain and squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. It was hard, the cold blade stinging your skin so painfully you knew it was meant to scar. You sobbed, free hand going to clutch his hair on instinct as a wave of arousal spread through your core.

Azriel chuckled darkly as he continued his work, the smell of your blood mixing with arousal and filling the room. When he was done, you panted, looking down to see a name carved in perfect letters along the inside of your thigh.

Azriel.

“You piece of shit--” Again, you were cut off by the shadowsinger, who flipped the blade around and shoved the hilt inside of you. There was no holding back your scream this time as the sting of your thigh and the painful need in your cunt sent you into a frenzy.

“You. Are. Mine.” Azriel growled each word as he fucked the hilt of Truth-Teller in and out of your dripping cunt. Deep down, you knew he was right.

ROWAN

The loud echo of your moan filled the room as Rowan pounded into you relentlessly from behind. His hands gripped your hips so hard you knew there’d be bruises tomorrow. Your entire body trembled, already having received three orgasms in the past thirty minutes. Rowan knew your body better than his own, and was angling his hips to hit that spot inside of you that made you see stars.

“Harder.” You moaned into the pillow.

Rowan snorted, still thrusting into you. “I’ll break you, princess.”

In your haze of pleasure, you scoffed. “No I won’t,” You panted between gasps. “I can tell you’re holding back. But I suppose I can always go for a ride with Fenrys if you’re not willing—”

That did it. Your sentence was cut off by Rowan’s territorial growl as he slammed into you so hard you felt it in your cervix. You tried to curse, but all words left your brain as the bed shook with the force of Rowan’s thrusts. One hand released your hip and lodged itself around the back of your neck, gripping tightly.

“You are mine only,” He growled. “Now shut up and take it.”

It wasn’t long before you came so hard you nearly blacked out, Rowan following shortly after with a roar. You were panting, body trembling as you collapsed into the bed with Rowan laying next to you moments later.

“That was more like it.” You sighed in bliss, legs still twitching.

Rowan laughed, brushing his fingers along the bruises that were already forming on your hips. “You look so pretty, all marked up by me.” Arrogance laced his voice as he traced the outlines.

“Too bad they’ll fade soon.” You huffed in disappointment – there was nothing you liked more than bearing the marks of Rowan all over your body like the finest jewelry.

You felt his movements freeze, and the space beside you was empty in an instant as Rowan got up.

“What are you doing?” You asked in confusion.

He returned moments later, blade in hand and already unsheathed. “Making it permanent.” He growled before pausing and looking at you. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” You said instantly, body heating up already at the dark gleam in his forest-green eyes.

A large hand gripped your upper thigh while the other brought the blade to your hip. With expert precision, the male growled with pleasure as he pressed the silver knife into your skin and carved.

You gasped at the painful sensation, the world around you spinning as Rowan held you in place and you felt him carve an ‘R’, followed by an ‘O’....

“Oh gods.” You whimpered, unable to focus properly as you realized what was happening. The mix of plain and pleasure was overwhelming, and your core ached with need as you watched Rowan carve his name into your hip. His sharp face was focused, white hair gleaming in the candlelight, the tattoos on his face making him look like a dark god claiming a mortal soul.

“Attagirl,” Rowan murmured as he carved an ‘A’. “Almost done, princess. You’re doing so good.”

Moments later, the blade lifted from your skin. Before you could say anything, a moan escaped your lips as Rowan bent his head down and licked up the blood. From the groan he released, you knew he enjoyed your taste in more ways than one.

Chin dripping with scarlet, the male looked up at you with dark eyes. “How’s that for permanent?”

TAMLIN

The High Lord of the Spring Court growled as his large hand came down on your ass once again. You yelped into the bedsheet, counting the tenth strike out loud. You were bent over Tamlin’s knees, your backside scarlet with large handprints scattered all across it.

A soothing rub came over the sore spot. “That’s my girl.” Tamlin said in that deep, velvety voice you loved so much.

You felt yourself being lifted upright. Tamlin turned you around, sitting you in his lap as if you weighed nothing to him. His blonde hair was messy, falling artfully across his handsome face as he smirked at you. Leaning forward, you kissed him, digging your nails into his neck hard.

Tamlin groaned, the sound sending heat straight between your legs. You did it again, this time dragging your nails ever so slightly against his skin.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, my love.” The High Lord growled at you, squeezing your thigh tightly.

You learned forward and bit the tip of Tamlin’s ear, causing him to shudder. “Scared you’ll lose?” You murmured, grinding into his hard length.

“You know I won’t.”

“Oh, but I think you will.” You accentuated your words by biting his neck so hard you drew blood. Tamlin groaned, his length growing even more between your legs and your chest swelled with pride at your ability to unravel the High Lord.

That pride, however, was short-lived. Tamlin grabbed you and tossed you back onto your front, then reached for his knife on the nightstand.

“You’re going to take it like a good girl,” He growled, straddling the back of your thighs and caressing your ass. “And you’re going to fucking like it, and not challenge me like this again.”

Before you could think of a smartass reply, you felt the tip of the blade dig into your soft flesh. You cried out, clenching the sheets as Tamlin began carving into your ass. Blood dripped onto the soft white sheets, but the High Lord did not seem to care. His only focus was on dragging the blade to form the letter ‘T’, and then an ‘A’....

You sobbed into the pillow, ass stinging in a way that paled in comparison to earlier. It burned like the hottest fire and the coldest ice, but you couldn’t deny the thrill it sent through your body at your normally firm yet gentle High Lord carving his name into your ass and marking you as his property.

It seemed like seconds yet years at the same time before Tamlin set down the blade, using the nearby cloth to wipe the blood away. He admired the sight of his name permanently engraved on your body and learned down, kissing the base of your spine.

“I win.” He murmured.

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Once upon a time, my dad has always taken care of me. Not only has he always taken care of me, but he knows what I like, he is intensely generous, and he is an excellent gift-giver. Tire blown, taxes late, not enough money for rent, homeless dude coming closer—didn’t matter what scenario was going on, if my dad ws there, everything was okay, because he fixed it. And he never held that over my head. And he treated the way he gives me gifts, the whole he looks out for me, the way he remembers what I like and dislike and anticipates what I want and don’t want, like it was all a given. So I did too. And once, on Father’s Day, I didn’t give him a present. No reason not to. Just…didn’t occur to me. Because he never asks me for anything. And he never complains or acts like he is in any way deserving of acknowledgement, from me, about how good he is and how much I love him.

But he is. So:

Deuteronomy 8:11–18 “Take care lest you forget the Lord your God by not keeping his commandments and his rules and his statutes, which I command you today, lest, when you have eaten and are full and have built good houses and live in them, and when your herds and flocks multiply and your silver and gold is multiplied and all that you have is multiplied, then your heart be lifted up, and you forget the Lord your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery, who led you through the great and terrifying wilderness, with its fiery serpents and scorpions and thirsty ground where there was no water, who brought you water out of the flinty rock, who fed you in the wilderness with manna that your fathers did not know, that he might humble you and test you, to do you good in the end. Beware lest you say in your heart, ‘My power and the might of my hand have gotten me this wealth.’ You shall remember the Lord your God, for it is he who gives you power to get wealth, that he may confirm his covenant that he swore to your fathers, as it is this day.

My pastor referenced this passage and said, “this is God saying, watch out. Don’t forget. Don’t let My goodness make you forget Me.”

How awful is it that when grace and help and goodness is constant, and ever-present, and we have a lot of it, makes us totally ignore the Person giving the gifts? Don’t let His goodness make you forget Him.

#Deuteronomy #the Bible #christianity #God

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joetamy · 4 months

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I love Doma, so much- besides his character alone, imma post things I like about his design. Cause I can ùwú If you wanna see my simpus supremus post, read more under the cut! 🙌

Ahem... LOOK AT THE SIZE OF HIS HANDS ! ! He's huge! This is a me thing maybe but that's very✨pleasant✨ Other than that, the design for his hands are so elegant.. yet strong- he has long nails as the upper two, which- slayyy~

The blood-like pattern is visually appealing, honestly just such good design. If you want to make hands more interesting, have some kind of detail like this to draw your eyes to them. Gah... GAH 🔥

His range of expression! And just.... his face- For someone with no emotion, he sure has studied expressing whatever he wants accurately. Surprise, joy, sympathy, sadness, determination- you name it, he can fake it. And as is the point of his character to some extent, he has beautiful eyes. Both in shape and color. 🌈

His eyebrows are wonderful, it's not often creators make a character this attractive and then give them a set of nice and thick eyebrows. I feel it's so common to think of it as unattractive but.. honestly- I disagree. I have had thick eyebrows my entire life, and I am extremely grateful for that. Anyway, this next one is just.. demons in general from Demon Slayer. But! Their teeth, they are so large. Every demon with these kind of teeth just... they seem so- idk- comfy looking. It's odd, but very appealing! (I checked in with some friends and they agree! Demon chompers are very nice to look at!

HIS HAIR! For real, long long ago, when watching the hobbit and lord of the rings, something flipped in me in regard to what I find appealing on men. Long hair. There is a reason I love Tolkien's elves ahah. And it's just the same with Doma. 🥰 Regardless if it is beautiful, smooth and soft or jagged and wild- it does not matter. Men suit long hair so much more than they think, it makes me so happy whenever a character is given long hair. And I mean LONG, not that "barely touching the shoulders" bs. That's not long, that's medium.

It actually pains me when someone draws a man who has long hair- with short hair. Like.. slay, live your dreams. But come oooon- let the 10% of men with long hair in fiction keep it, plz- I beg. (not actually that serious, do what makes you happy <3) With some help from two of my friends, I'd like to point out his build and how he visually reads vs. his behaviors! While Doma is quite a big guy, with broad shoulders and a very tall frame. He acts and is drawn very innocently! (Note: Slim waist alert 🔥)

He is often drawn in a way that makes him seem quite harmless. He sits in a way that makes him seem smaller than he is (Especially during the upper moon meeting), he's often smiling, laughing and otherwise messing around. He also somewhat slumps his shoulders sometimes. All this really makes his behavior stand out, since it is such a contrast to how he makes himself appear. He talks down to people in such a casual way, he's creepy at times, intimidating- and that gets multiplied by 100 when he no longer acts all aloof and sweet.

On top of all this- he is very muscular, but he wears a baggy turtleneck and very loose pants. Which is anotherfor him to seem far less intimidating visually.

This has all been manga so far, but here's an honorable mention to the anime. This scene was so well done. He is smiling softly through the entire scene, but does not express as much as he does while being upper two. His voice range moves but not along with his expression, which make it feel as if something is off and I love it.

Sidenote, the voice actor they picked for him- chef kiss 💕 Some of this might be a reach, or personal conclusion of course. But when I have an interest, why not share it. Maybe some people will agree, maybe some won't. Either is fine! And feel free to tell me what you agree or disagree with, or just what you like about this guy. I am happy to hear 💖

#joetamy #tam speaks #the first thing before the cut is my art ^^#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #doma #douma #long post #Ultimate Simp Post #maybe I'll make more in the future for other characters.. I love them all sm!

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immaturityofthomasastruc · 1 year

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IOTA Reviews: Destruction

Well, I'm finally back. After saying some pretty stupid things about four months ago, I'm ready to get back in the saddle and review the rest of Season 5. And honestly, it's kind of funny that as soon as I announce a hiatus, we get an influx of new episodes that, for the most part, were actually in chronological order. So I'm going to have to play keep up and review all the episodes I missed, which is about fourteen of them.

So let's just dive right in and get into the third (chronologically the third) episode of Miraculous Ladybug's fifth season: Destruction

We start off with Marinette looking over the Ladyblog reminding the audience that Monarch still has all the other Miraculous. While Alya gets her some tea, we get a nice little bit of visual storytelling showing how nervous Marinette is when she sees a video of Alya telling Ladybug and Cat Noir to be careful. Even if Alya already knows Marinette is Ladybug, it's easy to see the pressure she's going through now that the odds are stacked against her and Cat Noir.

We then cut to... Good lord, how many times do I have to say this? We cut to Gabriel monologuing to Emilie's corpse, saying he's totally going to get the Miraculous for realsies this time. He actually thinks of something smart and decides to order Orikko, the Rooster Kwami, to give him the power to travel in time again. Instead, we get one of the most confusing explanations for how the Miraculous work, and totally isn't something the writers made up to justify how overpowered they made the Rooster.

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Oh goody, not even two minutes in, and the writers are already retconning stuff to justify the conflict happening.

First off, you can't grant a power that belongs to another Kwami? Then how the hell did Rooster Bold multiply Ladybug's Lucky Charm at the end of Season 4? That wasn't a form of creation? Even if you go along with the dialogue saying it was a form of multiplication, that still won't fly because the Mouse Miraculous already has the power of Multiplication, and Polymouse was part of the team during that episode. Also, what about Caprikid, who can also create stuff with Genesis? Is that not creation either? And does this rule apply to just the Rooster, or all Miraculous? Because all the way back in Season 1, we got three separate Akumas with the powers of other Miraculous (Copycat, Antibug, Volpina), and in Season 3, we got an Akuma with the ability to copy a Miraculous user's powers (Chameleon) and a Sentimonster copy of a different Miraculous user (Ladybug).

Second, mind explaining what exactly the difference between a power and a wish is? It was already confusing when Astruc explained it, and you repeating the “explanation” isn't clearing anything up at all.

What even is the difference between a power and a wish when the Rooster literally gives you the power to get any power you choose? That was literally how Rooster Bold described it in “Penalteam”.

Rooster Bold: Actually, my power is to choose a super ability, and I choose to score a ball anytime I shoot.

How is asking for the power to score a goal in soccer whenever you shoot the ball anything but a wish?

Okay, fine, the phrasing of wanting to locate the Miraculous of Ladybug and Cat Noir can be seen as a demand, not a power, but there are plenty of ways to work around it here. You could ask for the power to teleport certain objects to you when you're near them. You could ask for the power to sense the energy of the Kwamis associated with each Miraculous. You could ask for the power to teleport to any place you know a Kwami has been, like where the Miracle Ball is. These can all be powers and not wishes.

Finally, you already broke the rule about not being able to disrupt the powers of other Miraculous a while ago, as there have already been Akumas and Sentimonsters specifically created to fight Miraculous users (Miraculer, Kwamibuster, Ephemeral, Strikeback).

I get it, the writers needed a way to explain why Gabriel couldn't use the Rooster Miraculous to automatically win, but they wouldn't need to resort to these mental gymnastics if they didn't give the Rooster the power to use any power the user wanted.

Gabriel decides to get to Ladybug another way, by ordering the Kwamis to reveal Ladybug's identity, but because Ladybug never technically renounced their Miraculous, they can't tell him thanks to the failsafe that prevents Kwamis from revealing their holder's identity, something previously established in “Sandboy”. Gabriel has another idea: He makes the Kwamis tell him where the Guardian lives. This is honestly a really clever battle of wits here. If they did something like this when explaining why the Rooster had limits, I don't think I'd be as harsh to the use of that Miraculous as I normally am.

Marinette tries to go to sleep to get the recent events off her mind for now, but Monarch, currently unified with the Butterfly, Horse, Bee, and Turtle Miraculous, breaks in using Voyage. He asks for a “gift” Ladybug gave her, since the Kwamis didn't tell Monarch she's Ladybug. Monarch takes out the Bee Miraculous' top, essentially holding Marinette at gunpoint while she tries to get the “gift” for him. It's a very tense scene with the main hero in a helpless situation... so obviously, we need to throw in some Unfunny Marinette Slapstick to ruin the mood. It's brief, but I still don't get why the writers think this is the only kind of stuff they can tell jokes with.

Rather than a killer robot belonging to the Deathgalians, the “gift” is a key. Since the Kwamis technically don't know the Guardian's address, she supposedly set up a treasure hunt for them to follow in case they get lost. As Marinette lies about Ladybug not trusting her that much, Alya comes in with some tea and snacks. Monarch assumes Alya knows who Ladybug is, and right after he demands she tell him, Alya decides to cancel him on social media—I mean, broadcasts Monarch in Marinette's room, potentially exposing him to the world. Monarch simply breaks the phone and takes the key, breaking the Ladybug-themed keychain to reveal a piece of paper with a little note on it.

You know, if I actually knew anything about The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy other than the significance of that number, I'd be all over this.

The number is actually the same one as a locker at the local ice rink, so Monarch uses Voyage again (even though he didn't recharge) to teleport there. Philippe, a figure skating teacher, assumes that Monarch is there for a skating lesson, and then takes a selfie with the dangerous supervillain. You know, Monarch, it's late at night, and there don't seem to be any witnesses. Just saying...

After opening the locker, Monarch finds another piece of paper with a picture of a wax statue of Cat Noir and the word “street”, making him realize the papers contain an address. Monarch heads to the Musée Grévin, a real life wax museum that we first saw in “Puppeteer 2”, and even has wax statues of Ladybug and Cat Noir on display whose creation was overseen by Thomas Astruc and Jeremy Zag themselves.

No joke here. I just thought that was really cool.

Monarch breaks into the exhibit with the in-universe statues of Ladybug and Cat Noir, only to reveal the entire treasure hunt was a trick to corner him. Ladybug ties Cat Noir's hand to Monarch's arm and uses her Lucky Charm, some kind of fire hose, to tie him up while the doors of the exhibit are locked down.

So Monarch is pinned down, and with one wrong move, he's as good as dead if he tries to escape. Obviously, Ladybug learned from her mistakes in “Evolution”, and now, she's going to take back all of Monarch's Miraculous.

… And now she's going to take back all of Monarch's Miraculous.

And NOW she's going to take back—Okay, you know where this is going.

Yeah, I'm not making this up when I say it takes 84 seconds, over a minute, to for Ladybug to explain her plan, once again say they're going to take Monarch's Miraculous, and casually stroll over to slowly take away the Butterfly Miraculous before Monarch decides to let Cat Noir Cataclysm his arm so the ensuing shock gives him the chance to use Voyage to teleport back. ARE. YOU. KIDDING ME?!

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You had him right there, you idiot! After you failed to take back more than a single Miraculous because you kept saying you were going to do it, you decided to waste time gloating like this was a Sherlock Holmes novel. Even in Scooby-Doo, they usually saved the explanations for after the monster was unmasked, which you should have done with Monarch.

It's framed as a crushing defeat for the heroes, but it only happened because they spent their time screwing around instead of nabbing every Miraculous littered across Monarch's body. Also, check out Cat Noir's response to accidentally Cataclysming Monarch.

Yeah, funny how you didn't act this way when you assumed Scarabella was a threat in “Hack-San”, isn't it? And spoilers for the next episode, he doesn't exactly let this affect him or the way he operates the next time he uses his Cataclysm on an Akuma.

Because Monarch ran off with Ladybug's Lucky Charm, Ladybug can't fix the damage, so neither of them really know what's going to happen to Monarch now. We then cut back to Marinette and Alya, where Marinette explains her plan... which is kind of redundant since the whole reason Monarch got away was because she took the time to explain it in the first place. Yeah, she explains the reasoning for it and how she prepared, but there's no reason for her to go into detail about this plan when we already saw it in action. She seriously explains all of this for almost four minutes, and I'm pretty sure it's just to pad the runtime.

We then cut to, of all things, Adrien telling Gabriel he doesn't want to model anymore. Yeah, in a pretty clever twist, this episode actually takes place during the events of “Multiplication”. We see that during that scene, Gabriel was still reeling from the Cataclysm wound, which somehow managed to go through his super suit and mark his skin.

And remember that suit that somehow manages to make him look like he has the worst traits of Colonel Sanders, Steve Jobs, and the Tumblr sword lady? That was to cover up the wound and go with his new Miraculous. Because yeah, a bright white suit is the perfect way to hide a dark purple splotch on your skin. Somehow, Gabriel managed to use some lasers to break down the Miraculous (even though “Queen Wasp” established they were indestructible without a Cataclysm as the exception) and through his new partnership with Tomoe, turned them into the high-tech Alliance rings he can use to safely channel the powers of each Kwami through. Also, he finally shut them up by putting them in cages where they can't fight back. All of this is building up to Gabriel transforming into his new Monarch form for the first time. Yeah, the Monarch we saw for the first three episodes? That was just the prototype meant to look ridiculous, so obviously, this one's going to look better, right? Well...

Yeah, this somehow looks worse. The purple bodysuit just doesn't look menacing, and once again, the skin being purple doesn't make sense. Also, I don't even know why the eyes are blue. It honestly looks like a worse version of Oblivio, but at least with Oblivio, the basic design was intentional. There's just too much purple, and it doesn't look as stylish as Hawkmoth's original design.

And of course, this means I have more jokes to make about his appearance.

He looks like a walking fiber supplement, and not kind you take orally.

Gabriel, you know you don't have to wear your swim cap outside of the pool, right?

Remember when the worst thing about Gabriel's villain form was the feather monocle? I miss those good times...

I wonder if this means Gabriel smells like grapes now.

My God, Gabriel's become an Anacondrai cultist, and a really stupid-looking one at that!

It's bad enough that the Rooster Miraculous' power makes no sense, but it can't even give Gabriel the power to have better sense of fashion?

Wait a minute, that's just a giant crayon!

This form looks like what would happen if you could wear a type of wine.

Okay, I know cartoon reboots are the hottest thing right now, but who the hell was asking for a reboot of the California Raisins commercials?

You know, it'd be funny if Gabriel's favorite color wasn't even purple.

When Gabriel said he was planning on cosplaying as a Klingon, I didn't think he meant the Klingons from Discovery.

Nothing says “sinister supervillain” like a suit that's the same shade as a ripe eggplant.

It's sad that this new form was upstaged by the main villain of The Owl House possessing a teenager wearing a wolf shirt a few days before this episode originally aired.

Just remember, Gabriel destroyed the other Miraculous to achieve this form.

Wow, this form looks just as badass and menacing as Kamen Rider Horobi... in that it exists, and has a slightly similar color scheme.

The more forms Gabriel gets, the more I hate the color purple.

From what I've heard, the Monster High reboot gave one of the main characters pink skin for some reason. To the people who are upset at the change, be glad she doesn't look as ridiculous as Gabriel does now.

So is this what happens when a chameleon only knows how to camouflage with a single color?

Even Dark Truder would think this guy looks like a dork.

He looks less like a supervillain and more like a caterer for a color-themed wedding.

Just when you thought the MCU had the absolute worst incarnation of the Mandarin (the Ben Kingsley one, not whatever Shang-Chi did with the character's magic rings).

This form looks like the kind of clothes used to test the power of stain removers during a commercial.

Okay, come on, guys. What does Gabriel's new form actually look like? This can't seriously be the final draft, right?

I'm pretty sure this form counts as a crime against anyone who likes the color purple.

This looks like one of the few disguises Robbie Rotten wouldn't wear.

To paraphrase Bill Corbett, “Gabriel, you sold us out to Big Prune, man!”

Apparently, Gabriel's eyes were originally going to be purple too, but he thought that would make him look stupid.

But again, the funniest joke is the fact that Gabriel thinks he somehow looks cooler in this form. Anyway, the episode ends with Monarch saying that he's totally going to beat Ladybug and Cat Noir this time and that he won't be fooled again, even though he’s barely gotten close to his goal after four seasons (not counting the recent victory that was given to him thanks to Felix).

Anyway, this episode was just okay. There honestly wasn't that much for me to talk about, as the plot was pretty straightforward and answered some questions as to why Monarch can't easily win now that he's arguably the most powerful he's ever been. Admittedly, the problems lie more in how those questions are answered, like how the writers went out of their way to explain why the Rooster Miraculous is the definition of having the power to do whatever the plot needs it to do and not do.

Ladybug's plan was also pretty clever, and while I chided her for letting Monarch escape, unlike the other times she failed to take action when she had the chance, I'm more willing to let this time slide. Sure, her explanation took long enough for Monarch to weigh the pros and cons of seriously hurting himself if it means he can live to fight another day, but sort of like the fight between Dr. Watts and General Ironwood in RWBY, neither Ladybug or Cat Noir really thought Monarch would go through with damaging his arm like that. They were in a position of power, and thought they had won. If the scene ended with Ladybug belittling herself for being overconfident instead of just moping about how Monarch escaped again, this whole setup could have worked more.

One thing I thought was pretty weird was that despite being titled after the concept his Miraculous is based on, Cat Noir barely gets to do anything here. Okay, sure, the title of “Destruction” could refer to the fact that Monarch was wounded by the power of destruction, but he doesn't get any scenes after Monarch escapes. You could have easily thrown in a scene where Adrien was sitting in his room and talking to Plagg about what happened, potentially even calling back to what happened with Uncanny Valley in the New York Special. But instead, I guess the writers thought it would make more sense for Ladybug to take even longer to explain her plan to the viewers who didn't understand it the first time it was explained to them.

Overall, this is easily the least offensive episode of the season so far. The problems I have with it are very minor compared to ones I had with the previous two episodes.

THE BIGGEST IDIOT OF THE EPISODE IS... XUPPU

Ever since Season 4, the Kwamis have all been relegated to annoying little mascots with the combined intellect of a kindergarten student, but Xuppu in this episode really took this to a new level. He generally kept screwing around even when he was basically being held hostage, and while the other Kwamis at least tried their best to calmly explain why Gabriel couldn't use the Rooster to get everything he wanted, he just went on this condescending little tangent about how simple the rules are for Gabriel. I get it's in his personality to be mischievous, but it was pretty dumb how he didn't seem to be taking things seriously.

While it might seem like Marinette should have won the award, I'm grading these characters based on their actions throughout the episode. Basically, if a character does something smart, it “deducts” points from their overall actions. For example, if Cat Noir did something reckless in a later episode when he came up with a pretty smart plan to defeat an Akuma early on, both actions would be balanced out, and it would be less likely that he would get the Biggest Idiot Award. Therefore, someone like Xuppu is more likely to get the award instead.

#immaturity of thomas astruc #iota #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug salt #ml salt #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #adrien agreste #cat noir #chat noir #gabriel agreste #hawkmoth #hawk moth #monarch #monarch miraculous #alya cesaire #orikko #xuppu

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mausuwinasa · 2 months

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Things I like abt every Side Order level track bc this is one of my fav OSTs of all time!!!

I have lots of thoughts abt the music in this game so I’m gonna just spit all of them out in this one giant post :3 90% of this will make sense only to me, also keep in mind I have synesthesia so I mention colors a lot when I talk abt music. I’m sorting these based on level type and talking abt each track individually.

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1. Simple and empty, much like the early levels! It creates a nice base to transition into the other tracks from. The detuning on the synths and ticking percussion remind me of a certain Purple Kiss song.

2. This track is genuinely beautiful. The organs (??) in the background give it an oddly emotional feel for such an intense song. The pinks and purples of the synths stand out well against the neutral colors of the in-game stages and enemies. It’s like the musical embodiment of a noble sacrifice! I’d put it on my nuzi playlist if it were on Spotify, smh…

3. Now it really feels like the difficulty has ramped up! The drums here are really interesting, I love the syncopation on some parts. They were also present in the second version, but I didn’t want to drag out the notes for that one any longer. The less intense parts are awesome, and I love how they get aggressively interrupted by the synths! It matches the gameplay very well.

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1. Probably my least favorite track, but still pretty neat. I like how the same sample gets “recontextualized” into different chords, if that makes any sense. It has a bright and sunny feeling to it!

2. Metal pipe falling sound… basically just a more intense version of the first track. I like those weird ascending sound effects, they remind me of bubbles. They’re also kinda weird rhythmically, making them a ton of fun to listen to! There’s a tiny little piano sample in a certain part of it that I just noticed, and I really like for some reason.

3. GOOD LORD this song sounds like pure fear and absolutely slaps. The metal pipe has been multiplied thousands of times. Definitely a good encapsulation of the emotions most players feel upon entering Cruel_Sisyphean_Eight-Shaped.Floor.

2ouv3n1r

1. Great use of emptiness. The vocal samples sound almost corporate, a great representation of the conformist world Order is trying to create. Almost puts you to sleep, much like the early ♾️-ball levels do! Hardy har har.

2. The weird, distorted sounds, contrasted with the more relaxing parts with the lovely “wah-wah” synths make this a natural transition between the first and third tracks. I love how the repeated violin and flute sounds make a return here, but with slightly more complicated parts!

3. This song is fascinating AND very stress-inducing! It’s like the song itself is warning you about the 15 or so battering lentos currently trying to charge you. Watch out! Oh, and the less intense parts are GORGEOUS!!! The transition from a yellow to pink key reminds me of a beautiful tropical sunset. The subtle guitar part really adds to the vibe, and the descending chords are the perfect cherry on top for a lovely listening experience. They also contrast the rising synths of the chaotic parts well! It’s like a wink to the camera, a sly reminder that these tougher ♾️-ball levels are way easier than they look. Good lord I wrote for a long while on this…

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1. Hmm, I don’t have much to say about this one, but I definitely like it a lot. The repeated piano samples feel almost awkward, like when you’re trying to explain your thought process to someone. Some parts of this song almost seem like miniature versions of the more ambient segments of the third track. Pretty neat!

2. I love just how weird the percussion on this is, it’s like it’s bouncing back and forth. The piano sample becomes more chopped up, and some of the beeping sounds that are more prominent in the third track start coming in, like the seeds are being planted for them.

3. Lovely intro! The abrasive synths quickly lead into another odd piano sample, like you’re swaying back and forth in a precarious spot. Almost like a more relaxed version of the vibe created by the percussion! I love the echoey ambient part in this too! There’s a certain element that sounds like someone coughing, which may sound very weird but I mean that as a compliment. The bleeps and bloops make me think of an old Game & Watch game.

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1. Some of the effects sound like dogs and cats to me. It makes the panicking alla mambos feel like skittish little animals, which they sort of are. The ascending beeping sounds are reminiscent of the player chasing them down. I really like the typewriter (??) sounds too! What is it with this game and abnormal percussion? I’ve gotten so much inspiration!

2. The animal-like sounds are still present. Some of the bitcrushed sounds remind me of the noises the enemies make. The meandering but relaxed melody in the beginning always feels fitting when I’m surveying the stage and planning out how I’ll achieve the objective.

3. I love this song! It just feels so cute and silly! The orchestra hit sounds are really neat. I like how the melodies often sound like circus music. I sure feel like a clown chasing down these stupid fish… the cute vibes of this song definitely make its levels feel like just a fun little game, which they certainly are! This has got to be one of my favorite tracks.

Alright that’s the end of my absurdly long post, if anyone wants to hear me rant abt the boss music just let me know because I’ve got plenty of thoughts on that too.

#please read this I spent way too long on it #molly’s manic meows #splatoon #side order #splatoon 3 #splatoon 3 side order #music #music nerd #music analysis #video game music #music lover #video game soundtracks #video game osts #splatoon music

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danosrosegarden · 1 year

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I've been on such eli brainrot recently oh how I love pathetic men I need him carnally I need to bully him and ride him until he cries idrk what this is sorry just thought I'd share

NSFW under the cut!

Never apologize for speaking your truth, especially if it is about my favorite Dano character. I’ve discovered I especially like making kink lists…so that’s what I’ll do with this. 🥰

♡ Let’s get that elephant out of the room…breeding. The Bible says to be fruitful and multiply, after all. He’s only following God’s orders by filling you up, keeping his twitching cock inside you for hours after cumming to make sure it really takes. The thought of you growing big for him…because of him…it makes him feel powerful. That’s my wife, carrying my child. All mine. I believe Eli to be rather possessive, so to have every man of Little Boston know you’re his and his alone gets him…excited, to say the least.

♡ Oral, whether it’s on you or him. It’s just so filthy to him; those noises your slick cunt makes as he sucks hard at that throbbing clit makes his hot heart pulse. And he’ll never complain if you’d like to treat him. It’s technically a union of your bodies, sure, but something about it comes with a dash of red hot rebellious sin. It gets his blood scorching just thinking about his glossy tongue lapping between your legs.

♡ A combination of degradation and praise. You’re his pathetic doll. Such a hungry little sinner, begging for his cock on your knees like this. Be a good whore and open wide. Just like that. Good job, angel. Sweet girl. Grimy little bitch. This is all you’re good for, but lord are you good at it.

♡ You know how in my Burt headcannons, I said electrostim without a real reason? Yeah, I’m gonna do the same with Eli…but with temperature play. I don’t know. It’s the first thing that popped into my head. I don’t care, sucking him off with a block of ice on your tongue would make him paint the insides of your mouth instantly.

♡ He most likely does not know what it even is, but he would so be into pegging. Letting that control slip out of his fingers and being forced to place his trust into you gets his guts twisting all about in anxious anticipation. He whines and whimpers for more the whole time you’re filling him up. How sweet…it’s almost like worship, the way his eyes squeeze shut and his hands lace together. More, more, more. He’s such a selfish little slut for you.

♡ And last but certainly not least, dacryphilia. Eli is a rather emotional person, whether it’s the broiling hot rage rising up from his gut when he sees you speaking to a different man, or the glittering love and affection he feels when he comes home to see you cooking dinner. He feels everything very deeply, and to see either himself or you boil over with tears because of the sheer, pure ecstasy of sex? Oh, yes, it makes him very happy, indeed.

#Rosie’s impure thoughts #Danonation #Paul Dano #Eli Sunday #There Will Be Blood #Eli Sunday x reader #Eli Sunday x you #Eli Sunday x Y/N

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My favourite quotes from On the Way to the Wedding..

1. “It was only a matter of time before he, too, found the woman of his dreams and settled down to be fruitful, multiply, and take on such baffling hobbies as papier-mâché and the collection of nutmeg graters.”

Nutmeg Graters?? I can’t 😂

2. “Where is the scintillating Lord Bridgerton?” he asked. “Oh, somewhere. I don’t know. We’ll find each other at the end of the day, that is all that matters.”

This book is every Kanthony stan’s dream follow-up to TVWLM 😭 I love that we got little glimpses into their marriage to see how they've evolved as a couple and people.

3. “She was without artifice, the sort of girl a man could trust. Rather like his sisters, he supposed, with a keen wit and a sharp sense of humor. Lucy Abernathy would never inspire poetry, but she would make a very fine friend.”

Bahahaha. Did he just friendzone her in his head? 😂

4. “It was nothing. She was nothing. No, that was not fair. She was something. Quite a bit, actually. But not for him.”

Ohhh Gregory! My poor, sweet, innocent, naive Gregory 🤣

5. “Lord Fennsworth took one look at the duo (more at one than the other, and suffice it to say that blood was not thicker than unrequited love), and he murmured, “Friday it is.”

Props to Gregory for being perceptive about someone’s feelings, if not his own 😂

6. “At least she seemed rather more like herself. The world seemed a bit steadier with Lucy Abernathy yipping along like a terrier. He’d felt almost off-balance when she’d been staring morosely at the trees.”

Signals!! He’s missing all of the darn signals. How?? 🙆‍♀️

7. “Auctioning your friend off to the highest bidder. You’ll be well-practiced by the time you have a daughter.” She jumped to her feet, her eyes flashing with anger and indignation. “That is a terrible thing to say. My most important consideration has always been Hermione’s happiness. And if she can be made happy by an earl . . . who happens to be my brother . . .” Oh, brilliant. Now she was going to try to match Hermione with Fennsworth. Well done, Gregory. Well done, indeed.”

Hahaha, Lucy is too nice for her own good. And Gregory just keeps making things worse for himself at every given opportunity 😂

8. “Didn’t you wish for time for yourself?” she asked, softly . . . so softly it was almost a whisper. Slowly, he shook his head. “I did,” he said, sounding as if the words were coming to him at that very moment, as if the thought itself was new and not quite what he had expected. “I did,” he said again, “but now I don’t.”

My heart 🥺 💕

9. “She later told Gregory that he had still not forgiven her for costuming him as Cupid at the Billington fancy dress ball the previous year.”

I will so pissed if I don't get to see Anthony dressed up as Cupid on the show. I simply must see it 🤣

10. “Surely she would not come over an hour late. If nothing else, Lady Lucinda would not have tolerated it. She was clearly a punctual sort. In a good way.As opposed to an insufferable, nagging way. He smiled to himself. She wasn’t like that.”

Omg, someone needs to hit him in the head!!! How is he missing this? 😫

11. “What happened to you? Are you all right? Did someone—” His grip loosened slightly as he looked frantically around. “Who did this?” he demanded. “Who made you—”

You’re a little too concerned about her safety, aren’t you, Gregory?? 😂

12. “And I didn’t have my mask, which made me stick out a bit.” “Like a mushroom?” “Like a—?” He looked at her dress and nodded at the color. “A blue mushroom.”

Trust him to be even cuter when he's drunk 🥺

13. “I will walk you to the stairs, then.” Lucy knew better than to argue. He would not relent. His voice was quiet, but it had an edge she wasn’t quite certain she’d heard there before. “And I will remain there until you reach your room.” “That’s not necessary.” He ignored her. “Knock three times when you do so.” “I’m not going to—” “If I don’t hear your knock, I will come upstairs and personally assure myself of your welfare.”

Omg. He's sooo cute 🥰

14. “I’m not, he thought, and he realized that it was true. He had a sudden flash of his life married to Hermione Watson, and he was.. Bored. Good God, how was it he was only just now realizing it? He and Miss Watson were not suited at all, and in truth, he had made a narrow escape.”

"A narrow escape" haha 🤣 🤣 At least he realized it rather quickly. Granted, his brothers have set the bar quite low when it comes to life-altering realizations lol

15. “And Anthony was worse. He didn’t even have to say anything. His mere presence was usually enough to make Gregory feel that he was somehow not living up to the family name. It was difficult to make one’s way in the world with the mighty Lord Bridgerton constantly looking over one’s shoulder. As far as Gregory could determine, his eldest brother had never made a mistake in his life.”

Oh, if only he knew.. Looks like Anthony hid his devilry from the younger siblings quite well. Props to Benedict and Colin for covering for him 😂

16. “The way she was looking at him, her hand on his arm. She’d been clutching him, and for a moment it had almost felt like she needed him. He could be her rock, her center. He had never been anyone’s center.”

Awwww 🥺

17. “She turned. She turned, and she saw him. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted, and it hit him squarely in the chest—It was good to see her.”

I would have found this so romantic if I wasn't so mad at him at this point 🥲

18. “He simply liked Lucy. Considered her a friend. And he wished for her to have a bit of fun. It was admirable, really.

Haha, sure Jan 🙄 It totally doesn't seem like you're in love with her. No one goes so out of their way to help friends. He would've never gone to Violet if she wasn't so special to him 🥺

19. “Anthony is exceedingly generous,” Gregory said quietly. “Yes, he is, isn’t he?” Violet said, smiling. “With his money and his time. He is quite like your father in this way.” She looked at him with wistful eyes. “I am so sorry you never knew him.” “Anthony was a good father to me.” Gregory said it because he knew it would bring her joy, but he also said it because it was true.”

My heart.. Anthony was so worried about living up to their father, and yet he has managed to fulfill all of his duties to perfection. Edmund would be so proud of him 😭

20. “I know what it means to work for something,” he said in a quiet voice.”

He's got so hurt by her implication.. And when Gregory is hurt, I'm hurt. It's a simple law now 😫

21. “I have found that most men do not notice anything that is not clearly spelled out, anyway.” “Even your sons.” “Especially my sons.”

Haha It's a universal truth 😂

22. “And then she saw him. Lucy saw him. He saw it first in her eyes, which widened and sparkled, and then in the curve of her lips. She smiled. For him. It filled him. To near bursting, it filled him. It was just one smile, but it was all he needed.”

Sighhhhhh 🥰

23. “His fingers gripped hers when they should have just brushed by. She looked up and saw that he was gazing at her. ”

Ohhh... How scandalous lol 😏

24. “Hyacinth regarded her with a delighted smile. “I like you,” she said slowly, as if she were deciding upon it right then and there. “You are wrong, of course, but I like you, anyway.” She turned to her brother. “I like her.”

Hyacinth literally showed up out of nowhere towards the end of the book and stole the show 😂

25. “He and Lucinda Abernathy were meant to be husband and wife. Hers was the face he was supposed to gaze upon over eggs and bacon and kippers and cod and toast every morning. A snort of laughter pressed through his nose, but it was that nervous, desperate kind of laughter, the sound one made when the only alternative was to cry. Lucy had to marry him, if only so that they could eat masses and masses of food together every morning.”

And the most endearing Bridgerton sibling award goes to... 🥰

26. “Her eyes glistened as they met his. In the dim light of the night, they looked a dark, dark gray, and achingly sad. He could imagine the entire world there, in the depths of her gaze. Everything he needed to know, everything he might ever need to know—it was there, within her.”

My man is soo wrecked in the best way possible 🥺

27. “Let me kiss you,” he whispered. “One more time. Let me kiss you one more time, and if you tell me to go, I swear that I will.”

The respect!!! No wonder Lucy fell in love with him so quickly 😭

28. “The night seemed to dance, sparkling and tingling, as if the air itself understood that nothing would ever be the same. Dawn was waiting on the other side of the horizon, and already the stars were beginning to look less bright in the sky. If he could have frozen time, he would have done so. Never had he experienced a single moment that was so magical, so.. full. Everything was there, everything that was good and honest and true. And he finally understood the difference between happiness and contentment, and how lucky and blessed he was to feel both, in such breathtaking quantities.”

Awwww! Happiness is seeing your favourite fictional men so utterly and hopeless in love 😭

29. “It was simply impossible to enjoy one of nature’s small miracles and not kiss her.”

Why is he soo cute??? 🥺

30. “I have sworn in my heart to protect you,” he said, his voice passionate and fierce and maybe even a little bit revelatory. Because today, he realized, was the day he truly became a man. After twenty-six years of an amiable and, yes, aimless existence, he had finally found his purpose. He finally knew why he had been born. “I have sworn it in my heart,” he said, “and I will swear it before God just as soon as we are able. And it is like acid in my chest to leave you alone.”

She's so darn lucky. She wasn't even looking for love and somehow found the best of the best 🥰

31. “Gregory had told Colin everything, even down to the events of the night before. He did not like telling tales of Lucy, but one really could not ask one’s brother to sit in a tree for hours without explaining why.”

What are brothers for, if not to sit in trees for hours in front of their sibling's girlfriend's houses? 😂

32. “Listen to me. I love you.” Her eyes filled with tears. “I love you,” he said again. “There is nothing in this world or the next that could ever make me stop loving you.”

Oh my god, whenever he told her he loved her an year was added to my life.. It's so damn adorable 🥲

33. “He would try with everything he had to make sure that they both came through this alive and unhurt, but if there was a choice—if only one of them was to walk out the door.. It would be Lucy.”

Chivalry at its finest 😭

34. “Nine children. Nine. It was only one less than ten. Which possessed two digits. If he did this again, he would be in the double-digits of fatherhood.”

Haha, Lucy wanted a large family, and Greg certainly didn't disappoint lol 😂

#gregory bridgerton #lucy abernathy #grecy #gregory x lucy #on the way to the wedding #bridgerton #favourite quotes

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susie save your love.

after getting into another fight with your girlfriend, you call eddie to pick you up. reader: masc-oriented. warnings: abusive girlfriend, argument ft. yelling and cursing, intoxication, angst with little comfort. i think a second part may be good but i'll see how this goes <3

your throat was hoarse from the yelling, only growing more irritated as you tried not to cry. everything felt so slow as you shoved through the crowd, eyes blurring, trying to ignore every pair of eyes staring you down. the alcohol in your system didn't help your reaction to yet another fucking argument.

you didn't care. more like you couldn't. you just stumbled your way to a phone, picked up the receiver, and- shaking hands and all- called the all too familiar number.

"i'm doin' something who is this," eddie asked in his typical short-tempered way.

"e- eddie?" you felt so weak. you sounded terrified, trying not to sob after a whole one goddamn word. you had to pause and gasp and force your mouth shut whenever you stuttered.

his voice immediately changed. it made you feel small.

"[y/n], what the hell did she do this time? where are you?"

"i-i'm- i'm at a party. the... the carver house." each word made it both easier and leagues harder to speak. you dreaded the thought of facing him, in complete and utter defeat, because you went back to nicole even after he told you so many times to leave her the hell behind.

"i know where that is. i know- i'll be there in a few. speeding tickets can go fuck themselves. don't talk to her, okay? not anymore tonight." shuffling was audible in the background.

"please- please be quick. please be quick."

you were so fucking pitiful.

"i'll be there before you fucking know it, dude. i swear to fffucking god, i will kill her if i see her." you had never heard such raw emotion in his voice before. even when eddie was your shoulder, your rock, he got angrier and angrier with each passing nicole incident. you couldn't blame him, it just hurt not knowing if he was mad at you or at her.

of course it was at you. you were a crybaby of a fucking man, if you deserved to be called that in the first place. you couldn't stand your ground and instead of facing your problems you drowned them in booze at shitty parties.

tonight your problems faced you anyway. good lord, their glares still bore into your skin like twisting knives. you were intoxicated and sensitive and nicole got all up in your shit about it. she yelled at you and insulted you for the millionth time and you stood there, frightened, like a wounded animal.

you didn't even ask her to stop anymore.

rapidfire honking snapped you out of your daze. with little care, you rubbed your eyes and wiped away the trails from your tears, stood up straight, and took a breath. you wanted nothing more than the world to swallow you up then and there so you wouldn't have to walk through that crowd again. so you would never make your problems worse by drinking again. so you would never see nicole again. so eddie would never have to see you like this or deal with you like this.

this was rock bottom. this was complete and total rock fucking bottom. and the world didn't devour you, so you had no choice but to show your rock bottom to the world.

you re-entered the crowd, keeping your eyes focused forward. each step felt like a long eternity of pressure and pain, multiplied by every beat of your heart. and even though you were at rock bottom, intoxicated and confused and disoriented to all hell, something about this resembled strength. not to you, never to you. but all you wanted was to lie down and never get back up- yet here you were, still managing to be brave enough to show the world the vulnerability you despised.

you didn't see nicole in the crowd. good fucking thing.

you went from shoving through a nauseating crowd to outside, in the crisp and cool air. never before had a breath ever felt quite so refreshing. even beyond your blurry vision, you could see eddie's truck. he leaned into the passenger seat to look at you through the rolled-down window. his expression was pretty indescribable.

if you wouldn't fall, you could've run to his truck and to the safety of him. but you settled for speed-walking, wasting no time getting in.

eddie began to drive while you fumbled with the seatbelt.

"what the hell did she do this time, [l/n]?" eddie white-knuckled the steering wheel, trying to keep himself contained. he was a ticking time bomb of emotion but that wouldn't help you right now.

"what she always fucking does an' i do what i always fucking do, i become a complete and total crybaby because i'm a pussy." your words slurred together, and this time you didn't stumble over your words. you didn't have the right to anymore. all you could do was angry-rant while heavy tears just kept falling.

"you aren't a pussy, you aren't a pussy! you're [y/n], you're my [y/n], regardless of the bullshit she tells ya!" with each passing word, eddie's anger became more clear to you, and who it was aimed at became less clear. "i swear to god, i'm gonna beat her ass. i don't care if i go to hell for it or whatever, i'm going to kill her."

"don't- don't kill her, eddie, please."

"why? you- y-you still fucking care about her, 's that what i'm hearing from you right now?"

"of course i don't, eddie! but it won't be worth it! you really wanna ruin your life because your dumbass friend doesn't know what a goddamn healthy relationship is."

now the hiccups began to set in. they hurt.

"you aren't a dumbass." through gritted teeth he sounded sincere, his voice softer for just a moment. "you're not a dumbass, you- you're incredible. you're incredible! you are fucking everything, you are the world, to so many people! just, please, [y/n], let this be the end. i can't stand seeing you like this, it- it hurts. it hurts, man." with a break of his voice, eddie's schpiel turned more quiet. he spared a glance at you, though it wasn't returned.

now in a more secluded area, eddie parked.

"i-i wanna promise that, ed, but i... i-i can't."

"then stop going to her for shit! talk to anyone else- talk to me, damnit! i'm always here for you, why don't you talk to me?!" eddie turned to face you, looking some strange mix between desperate, exasperated, and pissed off.

"i-i don' wanna lose you, eddie! i don't wanna go to you for something embarassing a-and have you never look at me the same!"

this time, his voice started out quiet. "i.. have looked at you the same way.. for four fucking years, [y/n]!"

"why are you mad at me?!"

"because you waste all your time and attention on her!" eddie forced an airy laugh from his throat. "of course i'm gonna be mad! all i want is for you to give your love to someone better- all i want is your love- and i've wanted it for four fucking years! all i want is you!" his usual eddie cadence was accompanied by a few voice cracks, each of which brought more evident surprise to your expression.

eddie shut his mouth, realization dawning in his eyes at what he just said. silence as thick as storm clouds rested on both of you. his strong gaze faltered and soon ended.

"sorry. sorry, i don't... i don't know, what that was."

"eddie.."

"no, it's really- not my choice to make, actually. it'll be fine. yeah."

"i-i wanna end those four years."

with wide eyes, displaying a hoard of emotion you could not decipher, he looked at you again. those emotions turned into an ache. yearning was more appropriate. and it looked familiar.

good god, you were a terrible fucking person.

"you're drunk, [y/n]."

"i'm not-"

"you're fucking- you're drunk, [y/n], okay? that's fine, it's fine. i can take you home." the last sentence he spoke was laced with voice cracks. to you, it sounded like he was about to cry. you didn't dare speak, but you reached out and grabbed his hand.

eddie knew he probably should've yanked his hand out of your grasp, but it was everything he'd ever wanted. so, instead, he interlocked your fingers, rubbing his eyes with his free hand.

"can we... not go to my house," you asked.

"parents?"

"..mn."

probably another bad decision on his part. but eddie didn't want to see or hear about what your parents would do, seeing their son crying and drunk. not like they were the kindest people on the planet.

"sure. yeah, that... that's fine. i can get you set up on the, the couch," he mumbled half-heartedly, glancing at you a few times. glancing at your downcast eyes, the circles beneath them, the red twinge to your cheeks from crying for a little too long. and all of it was strangely beautiful to him. beautiful in a way a depressing painting inspires awe. a pretty catastrophe that he got to see. and maybe got to save.

"thank you for all of this, eddie," you mumbled. your throat was hoarse from the yelling. your voice was soft and scratchy, like fine sand paper.

"don't thank me for this. it's the least i can do, you're... you're my best friend."

it hurt to hear him like that.

#eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson st4 #eddie x reader #stranger things eddie #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things x gn reader #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things x male reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x reader

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Random SAOA quotes but FFXIV

WoL: How could I NOT KILLED THEM!? They think "lmao" is how french people laugh! Charibet: Hahahaha thats of le mao~ - Emet-Selch: So it wasn't Hermes? WoL: Of COURSE IT WASN'T HERMES! How could HE be behind this entire plot!? A frickin LANDMINE deals with pressure better than him and based on both Final Days, has killed fewer people! - Fandaniel: My word! What a luxurious audience that has come to greet me! Alisaie: FUCK YOU! Fandaniel: WHOA! Getting a LOT of hostility here...and I don't appreciate it! - Thancred: I need to be strong...for Minfilia! Passerby: Did you hear they're keeping the Oracle of Light in Eulmore? Bystander: Yeah, I know. Who just locks up Minfilia like that. Thancred: ... Blue Jester: WELCOME TO EUL-- Thancred: I WOULD LIKE TO BUY ONE CHILD PLEASE! Red Jester: What the FU-!? - Asahi: I...can't...die...like this...I must...be...great in...Lord...Zenon's eyes. WoL: Chin up, buddy. You were an adequate meat shield and NOBODY can ever take that away from you. - Fandaniel: WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! YOU ARE RELICS! MISBEGOTTEN SHADES OF THE PAST! BUT! I HAVE SOME GOOD NEWS FOR YOU! YOU DONT HAVE TO WONDER WHERE YOUR GOD IS! WoL: ... Zodiark: BECAUSE HE'S RIGHT HERE!...and he's fresh out of mercy. - Alisaie: So...the Final Days are here and our friend has gone off to see if they can get to the true root of it all from the shade of Elidibus...what should we do in the meantime? Alphinaud: I GOT IT! We can like...GROUP! UP! Estinien: AND HIT IT UNTIL IT DIES! Y'shtola: Its a miracle those two survived the Coerthan and Dravanian Wilderness for as long as they did. - Godbert: Winners do not use drugs, Hildibrand. Unless its Salamander Oil, in which case...use LOTS OF DRUGS! - Urianger: Illuminate it for us then, Ascian. As one whom was there. Emet-Selch: If I had to put the Final Days into description...wellll let me put it this way. Imagine the most horrific, awful thing imaginiable...and then multiply that by cancer. - Dark Mage: WHO THE FUCK IS THIS ADVENTURER!? Where did you even come from!? NEVER HAS A GOLEM BEEN SO SORELY TESTED! WoL: I am known by many names...Demon Slayer, Desert Lion, the Moogle Axe...but you may call me...Silent Protagonist. Dark Mage: B-b-but...you j-just TALKED! WoL: It's a Hellsguard name. Dark Mage: But...you're an Au Ra. WoL: Pfft..*uncorks a Fantasia* ...THIS time.

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Round 4 - Catholic Character Tournament

Propaganda below ⬇️

Harrowhark

she meets god. she’s not inspired

she’s number one practitioner of space Catholicism. The locked tomb is chock full of Christian (catholic) imagery themes metaphors etc. just look at her she’s got a bone rosary

Anti-propaganda (spoilers)

Ronan Lynch

Uhh fun fact he saw the devil flash his father once, and that's one of the reasons he goes to church on Sundays <3

context for this scene from book 2: ronan is in church with his older brother declan, younger brother matthew, and ghost friend noah "Joseph Kavinsky isn’t someone I want you being around,” Declan added. “Don’t snort. I’m serious.” Ronan merely invested a look with as much contempt as he could muster. A lady reached over the top of Noah to pat Matthew’s head fondly before continuing down the aisle. She didn’t seem to care that he was fifteen, which was all right, because he didn’t, either. Both Ronan and Declan observed this interaction with the pleased expressions of parents watching their prodigy at work. Declan repeated, “Like, actually dangerous.” Sometimes, Declan seemed to think that being a year older gave him special knowledge of the seedier side of Henrietta. What he meant was, did Ronan know that Kavinsky was a cokehead. In his ear, Noah whispered, “Is crack the same thing as speed?” Ronan didn’t answer. He didn’t think it was a very church-appropriate conversation. “I know you think you’re a punk,” Declan said. “But you aren’t nearly as bad ass as you think you are.” “Oh, go to hell,” Ronan snapped, just as the altar boys broached the rear doors. “Guys,” Matthew pleaded. “Be holy.”

Gay Catholic streetracing farmer. Consumed by catholic guilt NOT because of the gay thing but because he can Create things in a way he thinks should be only God's business. Will literally roll up to mass on sunday morning still drunk and bloody.

THIS GOTH KID IS LITERALLY GOD. This is a god trapped in the body of a Catholic teen and if he ever stopped feeling Catholic guilt he’d end the world!!. How is your confession every week that you creating a whole new being? Babygirl the God is coming from inside the house

eldritch entity from beyond the mortal plane wants to be a Real Human Boy, becomes a real (ish!) human (ish!) boy, goes to mass every sunday

Gay boy got his crush an apartment above his church so he could have his two favorite things in one place

gay. I'm not caught up the the series but I went through the tag when the latest book came out and I remember seeing a quote that said he worried if his boyfriend would make it to heaven when he dies because of his agnostic tendencies.

Kid is like a dream warlock who creates psychic horrors and never goes to confession because why would he? and he’s gay

There are no words

basically ronan's powers are inherited from his dead father niall and it means he can bring anything from a dream into real life. so he's got this whole crisis about whether he is a living piece of blasphemy because men are not meant to have the powers of gods or whether he literally is god. which is not acceptable to him for a number of reasons but mostly because he hates himself. his love interest's name is adam and adam lives in a small apartment above a church which the book says focuses the objects of his worship neatly into one building. I love them both dearly. also, this entire page makes me feel like I'm going insane. Ronan Lynch believed in heaven and hell. Once, he’d seen the devil. It had been a low, late morning at the Barns when the sun had burned off the mist and then burned off the chill and then burned the edges off the ground until everything shimmered with heat. It never got hot in those protected fields, but that morning, the air sweated with it. Ronan had never seen cattle pant before. All of the cows heaved and stuck their tongues out as they frothed with the heat. His mother sent Ronan to put them in the shade of the cattle barn. Ronan had gone to the searing metal gate, and as he did, he’d glimpsed his father, already in the barn. Four yards away from him had stood a red man. He was not truly red, but the burned orange of a fire ant. And he was not truly a man, because of the horns and the hooves. Ronan remembered the alienness of the creature, how real it had been. Every costume in the world had gotten it wrong; every drawing in every comic book. They’d all forgotten that the devil was an animal. Looking at the red man, Ronan had been struck by the intricacy of the body, how many miraculous pieces moved smoothly in harmony, no different than his own. Niall Lynch had had a gun in hand — the Lynches had an enormous number of guns of all sizes — and just as Ronan had opened the gate, his father had shot the thing about thirteen times in the head. With a shake of its horns, the unharmed devil had presented its genitalia to Niall Lynch before bounding off. It was an image that had yet to leave Ronan. And so Ronan became a reverse evangelist. The truth burst and grew inside him, and it was laid upon him to share it with no one. No one was meant to see hell before they get there. No one should have to live with the devil. So many homilies on faith were ruined once you no longer required it for belief.

Our boy CHOOSES not to receive the Eucharist because he doesn’t believe he is worthy. The spiritual insight, the devotion, the fact that this teenager is worried he may have a mortal sin weighing on his soul…this boy isn’t just going through the motions, he’s putting work into this.

#polls #r4 #cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls #harrowhawk #harrowhark nonasigmus #tlt #the locked tomb #Ronan Lynch #the raven cycle #raven cycle

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saras-devotionals · 3 months

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Quite Time 2/28

What am I feeling today?

I just wish I had gone to bed earlier. I’m very tired and know I have a long day ahead of me. I also didn’t finish all my work so I’m stressed about a couple of those deadlines🥲

Sermon: The Lord Declares War! (Part 3/3)

Exodus 5:22 NIV

“Moses returned to the Lord and said, “Why, Lord, why have you brought trouble on this people? Is this why you sent me?”

we can relate to Moses here (why would God send us to do His work when it doesn't turn out the way we planned?) We can get discouraged and in our own head about it but keep reminding yourself that God’s plan is far greater than we can ever imagine for ourselves.

2) God Declares War on Counterfeit Imitations of the Truth!

ask yourself: am I fighting God in in any way? In what este/areas of my life and I resisting Him? Is there still something I’m holding on to?

I can get moody and distant. I can let how I’m feeling take control of me instead of being in control of my emotions.

Exodus 7:1-7 NIV

“Then the Lord said to Moses, “See, I have made you like God to Pharaoh, and your brother Aaron will be your prophet. You are to say everything I command you, and your brother Aaron is to tell Pharaoh to let the Israelites go out of his country. But I will harden Pharaoh’s heart, and though I multiply my signs and wonders in Egypt, he will not listen to you. Then I will lay my hand on Egypt and with mighty acts of judgment I will bring out my divisions, my people the Israelites. And the Egyptians will know that I am the Lord when I stretch out my hand against Egypt and bring the Israelites out of it.” Moses and Aaron did just as the Lord commanded them. Moses was eighty years old and Aaron eighty-three when they spoke to Pharaoh.”

This plagues were meant to humble the Egyptians (leading the question of whether we declare war on false doctrines - bc they had their many gods) not that many people want to be entertained and not saved.

Lastly, I do wonder why it says God hardened Pharaoh’s heart. I believe it’s been explained to me but I don’t remember and wonder why? Why do that? Since He had the power to harden, why didn’t He choose to soften? Or would that just not have worked in the grand scheme of things?

1 Timothy 1:3-8 NIV

“As I urged you when I went into Macedonia, stay there in Ephesus so that you may command certain people not to teach false doctrines any longer or to devote themselves to myths and endless genealogies. Such things promote controversial speculations rather than advancing God’s work—which is by faith. The goal of this command is love, which comes from a pure heart and a good conscience and a sincere faith. Some have departed from these and have turned to meaningless talk. They want to be teachers of the law, but they do not know what they are talking about or what they so confidently affirm. We know that the law is good if one uses it properly.”

The law is good if we know how to use it properly! No false teachings! There are some people that claim to teach of Jesus and Christianity but it is not biblically sound and therefore is a false teaching.

2 Timothy 3:7-9 NIV

“always learning but never able to come to a knowledge of the truth. Just as Jannes and Jambres opposed Moses, so also these teachers oppose the truth. They are men of depraved minds, who, as far as the faith is concerned, are rejected. But they will not get very far because, as in the case of those men, their folly will be clear to everyone.”

With those In sin, we are meant to call them out (in love) and even here is an example of calling out people by name.

Romans 8:1-4 NIV

“Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit who gives life has set you free from the law of sin and death. For what the law was powerless to do because it was weakened by the flesh, God did by sending his own Son in the likeness of sinful flesh to be a sin offering. And so he condemned sin in the flesh, in order that the righteous requirement of the law might be fully met in us, who do not live according to the flesh but according to the Spirit.”

Communion: what does the cross mean to [……]?

To him it meant liberation!

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the argives if they had a megaphone (supplied to them by @gooseberry--fool) in the trojan war.

part 1.

Agamemnon—furious, his dark heart filled to the brim, blazing with anger now, his eyes like searing fire. With a sudden, killing look he wheeled on Calchas, who put his lips to the weapon in vain and, snatching it, yelled into the mighty resonating weapon:

"Seer of misery! Never a word that works to my advantage! Always misery warms your heart, your prophecies never a word of profit said or brought to pass. Now, again, you divine god's will for the armies, bruit it about, as fact, why the deadly Archer multiplies our pains: because I. I refused that glittering price for the young girl Chryseis. Indeed, I prefer her by far, the girl herself. I want her mine in my own house! I rank her higher than Clytemnestra. my wedded wife—she's nothing less in build or breeding, in mind or works of hand. But I am willing to give her back, even so, if that is best for all. What I really want is to keep my people safe, not see them dying. But fetch me another prize, and straight off too, else I alone of the Argives go without my honor. That would be a disgrace. You are all witness, look—my prize is snatched away!"

But the swift runner Achilles clawed at the megaphone and, once he had it in his possession, threw Agamemnon a dirty look and his voice boomed:

"Just how, Agamemnon, great field marshal ... most grasping man alive, how can the generous Argives give you prizes now? I know of no troves of treasure, piled, lying idle, anywhere. Whatever we dragged from towns we plundered, all's been portioned out. But collect it, call it back from the rank and file? That would be the disgrace. So return the girl to the god, at least for now. We Achaeans will pay you back, three, four times over, if Zeus will grant us the gift, somehow, someday, to raze Trov's massive ramparts to the gr—”

Before he knew it, the large object supplied to him by the big-mouthed Argive in exuberant spirits was seized by Agamemnon, lord of men.

“Not so quickly, brave as you are, godlike Achilles—trying to cheat me. Oh no, you won't get past me, take me in that way! What do you want? To cling to your own prize while I sit calmly by-empty-handed here? Is that why you order me to give her back? No-if our generous Argives will give me a prize, a match for my desires, equal to what I've lost, well and good. But if they give me nothing I will take a prize myself-your own, or Ajax' or Odysseus' prize—I’ll commandeer her myself and let that man I go to visit choke with rage! Enough. We'll deal with all this later, in due time. Now come, we haul a black ship down to the bright sea, gather a decent number of oarsmen along her locks and put aboard a sacrifice, and Chryseis herself, in all her beauty, we embark her too. Let one of the leading captains take command. Ajax, ldomeneus, trusty Odysseus or you, Achilles, you—the most violent man alive—so you can perform the rites for us and calm the god yourself.”

Agamemnon’s voice boomed throughout the entire battalion, causing a few warriors to cover their ears with their hands. This was a mighty object, this, and Achilles resolved to have it for himself and his words. And so, the headstrong runner, seizing this weapon for himself, cast a dark glance Agamemnon’s way and put his lips to it. The discombobulated look on the mighty Agamemnon’s face gave him nearly as much satisfaction as having the delightful Briseis back.

“Shameless—armored in shamelessness—always shrewd with greed! How could any Argive soldier obey your orders, freely and gladly do your sailing for you or fight your enemies, full force? Not I, no. It wasn't Trojan spearmen who brought me here to fight. The Trojans never did me damage, not in the least, they never stole my cattle or my horses, never in Phthia where the rich soil breeds strong men did they lay waste on my crops. How could they? Look at the endless miles that lie between us ... shadowy mountain ranges, seas that surge and thunder. No, you colossal, shameless, we all followed you, to please you, to fight for you, to win your honor back from the Trojans—Menelaus and you, you dog-face! What do you care? Nothing. You don't look right or left. And now you threaten to strip me of my prize in person—the one I fought for long and hard, and sons of Achaea handed her to me.

“My honors never equal yours, whenever we sack some wealthy Trojan stronghold—my arms bear the brunt of the raw, savage fighting, true, but when it comes to dividing up the plunder the lion's share is yours, and back I go to my ships, clutching some scrap, some pittance that I love, when I have fought to exhaustion. No more now—back I go to Phthia. Better that way by far, to journey home in the beaked ships of war. I have no mind to linger here disgraced, brimming your cup and piling up your plunder.”

The lord of men Agamemnon, furious, laid his hands on the weapon and spoke into it:

“Desert, by all means—if the spirit drives you home! I will never beg you to stay, not on my account. Never—others will take my side and do me honor, Zeus above all, whose wisdom rules the world. You—I hate you most of all the warlords loved by the gods. Always dear to your heart, strife, yes, and battles, the bloody grind of war. What if you are a great soldier? That's just a gift of god. Go home with your ships and comrades, lord it over your Myrmidons! You are nothing to me—you and your overweening anger! But let this be my warning on your way: since Apollo insists on taking my Chryseis, I'll send her back in my own ships with my crew. But I, I will be there in person at your tents to take Briseis in all her beauty, your own prize—so you can learn just how much greater I am than you and the next man up may shrink from matching words with me, from hoping to rival Agamemnon strength for strength!”

He broke off and anguish gripped Achilles. The heart in his rugged chest was pounding, torn… if the mighty weapon could amplify the human voice so, perhaps it may prove useful in manslaughter as well. Should he thrust through the ranks, seize it from the mighty Agamemnon and kill him now? —or check his rage and beat his fury down?

[enter Hera and Pallas Athene, ready to save the day and dial down the drama. Killjoys.]

[Book 10, beginning from 319.]

And so, both harnessed up in the grim gear of war, the two men moved out, leaving behind them all the captains clustered on the spot. Athena winged a heron close to their path and veering right. Neither man could see it, scanning the dark night, they only heard its cry.

Glad for the lucky sign, Odysseus put his lips to his mighty weapon and prayed to Pallas, taking delight in the way his voice echoed throughout the ranks: “Hear me, daughter of Zeus whose shield is thunder! Standing by me always, in every combat mission—no maneuver of mine slips by you—now, again, give me your best support, Athena, comrade! Grant our return in glory back to the warships once we've done some feat that brings the Trojans pain!”

Next Diomedes, lord of the war cry, put his lips to the great weapon that amplified his thunderous voice to shake the skies and prayed aloud, “Hear me too, daughter of Zeus, tireless goddess! Be with me now, just as you went with father, veteran Tydeus, into Thebes that day he ran ahead of the Argives with his message. He left his armored men along the Asopus banks and carried a peaceful word to Theban cohorts crowded in their halls. But turning back he bent to some grand and grisly work with you, Goddess, and you stood by him then, a steadfast ally. So come, stand by me now, protect me now! I will make you a sacrifice, a yearling heifer broad in the brow, unbroken, never yoked by men. I'll offer it up to you—I’Il sheathe its horns in gold!”

The roar of their voices shook the heavens, guided by this divine weapon offered to them by a mortal warrior. Pallas Athene’s ears rang and she could only curse the mortal who had gifted them with such a device that would be better used by the gods. Once they'd appealed to Zeus's mighty daughter, into the black night they went like two lions stalking through the carnage and the corpses, through piles of armor and black pools of blood.

[Book 10, beginning from 608.]

Reaching the place where they'd killed Hector's spy, Odysseus dear to Zeus reined in the headlong team and leaping down to the ground Tydides heaved the bloody spoils into his comrade's arms. He mounted again and flogged the horses hard and on they flew to the ships, holding nothing back—that's where their spirits drove them on to go. Nestor, the first to hear their thunder, lifted his weapon to his lips and shouted into it, “Friends—Iords of the Argives, all our captains, right or wrong, what can I say? My heart tells me, my ears ring with the din of drumming hoofs ... If only Odysseus and rugged Diomedes were driving racers off the Trojan lines, here, here and fast! I'm cold with fear-what if they've met the worst, our ranking Argives killed in a Trojan charge?”

Before he could say the last, the two raced in, leapt to the ground and comrades hugged them warmly, with handclasps all around and words of welcome. Nestor the noble horseman led with questions. His words boomed in Odysseus’ ears under the guidance of Nestor’s mighty weapon: “Tell me, Odysseus, Achaea's pride and glory, famous Odysseus, how did you get these horses? How—stealing behind the Trojans' main lines or meeting up with a god who gave them to you? What terrific sheen—silver afire like sunbeams! Day after day I've gone against the Trojans, never hanging back by the ships, I swear, old warrior that I am—but I’ve never seen such horses, never dreamed ... I'd say an immortal came your way and gave you these. Zeus who marshals the storm cloud loves you both, Zeus's daughter too with the shield of thunder. Athena's eyes are shining on you both!”

Pallas Athene, listening from her heavenly abode above, feigned a look of utmost distaste. How could she not heed the words of the Argives when they had been supplied with a divine weapon so mighty?

The cool tactician put his lips to his weapon and, making sure his voice carried to the noble Nestor, set the record straight: “No, no, Nestor—Achaea's greatest glory—any god, if he really set his mind to it, could give us an even finer pair than this easily. The gods are so much stronger. (The gods themselves doubted this, not having the advantage of the mighty weapon the Argives possessed.) Now these horses you ask about, old soldier. they're newcomers, just arrived from Thrace. Their master? Brave Diomedes killed him off, twelve of his cohorts too. all men of rank. And a thirteenth man besides, a scout we took prowling along the ships spying on our positions. Hector and all his princely Trojans sent him out.”

there will be a part 2 soon because i'm having brainrot :3 basically copy-pasted everything from robert fagles' translation of the iliad and changed quite a few bits here and there.

@iliadsgf @gooseberry--fool @athamad and all the classics nerds.

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hey, can i ask - with no judgement, promise - why you/people tend to get attached to the actors behind beloved characters? is it a fellow creator thing? never really considered it and always been curious :) also, i love your writing and reread your taivan fics all the time

Mm, great question! I was honestly thinking about this just today, how much I'd rather not be this way. There are a few actors I can think of who I love onscreen, but the absolute second they step off a set, I couldn't care less about them--and that is the way I would prefer it for that whole field. They are, after all, complete strangers just doing their jobs. But for whatever reason, I find myself doing the attachment thing, and needing to stay very on top of any parasocial instincts. (I was not good at this as a kid. As an adult, I consider it essential.)

I guess some of it is a fellow creator thing, yeah. Writers can hide behind their work, but for actors, they are the work, to a rather large degree. It's hard to differentiate sometimes, not because the actor is the character (dear LORD the actor is NOT the character), but because that character would not be who they are if played by someone else. The little nuances, the intricacies of performance, whether or not improv is involved--it's all really married to that actor. Which is awesome, but I think also creates a bridge that can be hard to break. And the more input an actor has onset/onscreen, the more personal the character feels to the audience. I think that tricks a lot of people into (however involuntarily) associating actor with character, even when it's not appropriate to do so. Again, doesn't HAVE to be a negative thing, it's just something that's good to stay on top of.

The rest, for me, is just wanting to support an artist. You make things I love? It makes my life brighter. If there's an author writing books that change my life, I'm going to buy their books. If there's an actor creating characters that move into my heart, I'm going to engage with their filmography for the same reason. It keeps them able to do what they love, and that love shines through the work, which makes me want to keep watching. And that gets an infinite multiplier when the performer is queer, because I fucking love seeing queer artists thrive. I especially love when artists make queer art, or when they get to speak their mind in ways I maybe haven't considered myself. It's all just...enriching, I guess.

But, yeah, moral of the story: actors are not their characters, and there is definitely a line I'm careful to stay on one side of. I may not be able to help getting attached to some degree, but I can make sure I'm not being invasive or creepy about it. I dunno. Is that what you were asking? Did I tangent? Apologies. Thanks for reading the fic, I should have a new one ready tonight or tomorrow!

#ask #i have truly no idea how to tag this #i guess the one other element i can think of is like. not hero worship but professional interest?#these are people who can do a thing i cannot do #i can write the words and craft a character on a page #but if you asked me to stand in front of a camera or on a stage i'd have a panic attack #so the idea that these actors can take someone made entirely of words and make that character feel so real #that you kind of can't help falling in love with them #is astonishing to me. it's a side of the storytelling coin i can't fathom. i am obsessed with the nuances of the craft #y'know. from the comfort of a seat where i pray no one ever leaps off the stage to interact with me #so yeah it's like. that starry-eyed 'holy fuck your whole job is doing the sickest backflips i've ever seen and making me FEEL things' deal #i don't know if any of this makes sense. apologies if not. but yeah.#call it a talent crush i guess

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